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Ahmet Kot (1953-….)
Here Comes The sea screaming towards me with heavy feet here come the ebb and the flow to shower me with fear
Look and you shall find death is part of the stone Look and you shall find death is part of us
My friend you and your word Are made of the same stuff You rot into each other There is no way out Stil, you should come to the mountain And breathe the fresh air (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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